Somewhere in a smoky city, the Industrial Revolution is in full swing.
In various factories near the river, workers sweat profusely, and what is shed is not sweat, but blood.
A worker who comes here can only live an average of three years, and the amount of blood he urinates every day is not as much as what is shed here.
The river is filled with waste that exudes a pungent smell, which is difficult to describe. In short, a noble lady can faint just by looking at it.
In an ordinary textile factory somewhere, it was hot and steamy, and in the cramped space stood sweaty workers.
At the entrance of the factory, there is a large open space, which is equivalent to half the factory area.
In the center of the open space, there is a statue. The statue is not big, only as tall as an ordinary person.
But it was placed on a five-meter-high platform with a pulley block.
This statue seems simple, but in fact it is a wonder. To build one, it takes at least five years of combined profits of a factory.
In the feudal era, it would have taken tens of thousands of people to work hard for five years, and it would have been a miracle.
It was only after the modern industrial revolution that spectacles became popular.
Just like the Great Wall, how many Great Walls do modern people consume enough soil to build? I'm afraid they can build one Great Wall every year.
"Great God, please give me strength so that I don't have to work so hard anymore." Every worker must worship for ten minutes in front of this statue behind the entrance of the factory before going to work.
Originally, the best way was to worship for an hour, but the boss really couldn't bear to spend this time.
Only the most pious people can get holidays and a little overtime pay from their boss, but everyone still enjoys it.
As for where the energy gained after worshiping goes, no one knows.
At least the workers don't know, only the owner of the statue knows where it is.
Although workers may occasionally hear some rumors or see some things, such as people from different sects coming to the factory every Sunday to find the boss.
Give more or less money, then pull the statue away and replace it with another statue.
A discerning person can discover through the subtle features on the statues that the two statues were used in turn.
Just like a wooden bucket for fetching water, when one bucket is full, another bucket will be replaced.
After throwing it out, replace it again.
Rumors began to spread in the factory.
In a private gathering place for workers somewhere.
A man drinking cheap sour beer angrily cursed: "We prayed to the God of Light, and God gave us enough power to survive, but these powers were stolen by the damn boss through the statue!"
"Why is this happening?"
"I have tried to carve out a wooden statue of a god myself, but no matter how detailed it is, I can't get that kind of power. It seems that only such a large statue can do it."
"But we can't afford such a big statue. I heard it costs 50,000 gold dinars to buy it."
"Damn it, is this all we can do to endure the boss's plunder?"
"Next time, no one should be so pious."
"Isn't that blasphemy to God? You can't go to heaven after you die." Someone worried.
"We can go to the church in the neighborhood to pray, and there will at least be three meals of dry bread."
Some people may ask, since there is bread to eat, why do we still have to work hard in the factory?
Nonsense, the rent is free?
If you don't have a house to live in, you will be kicked out.
Some people say that you can live in the wild.
But there are no statues or churches in the wild.
In short, the population was forced to live together.
"Damn it, aren't they worried that we are all exhausted and no one worships God?" someone said bitterly.
"Humph, because people don't worship God when they are not tired. They have known this for a long time. Only a hard-working worker will expect God's help. Haven't you noticed? Those female workers, especially those who can give birth to children
The female workers are well protected by the church.”
"Damn it, aren't men important?"
"Men really don't matter. A noble man can raise a hundred maids and give birth to a thousand children in his lifetime."
"This is too exaggerated."
The workers laughed at this cheap joke.
Yes, a hundred maids can only turn three times a year. Is it possible to get them pregnant every year?
Of course it's possible.
All it takes is the help of the valet...
"We are just like little roosters in a chicken farm. As soon as we were born, our fate was destined to be crushed to death one by one. It is only a gift from God that we can survive until now." Someone suddenly said.
At this moment, a voice sounded among the crowd.
"The gift of God? The God of light? It only protects the rich and the king. The god of us poor people is the god of darkness."
"Sunshine, beach, and fine wine belong to the rich, nobles, and kings. But what belongs to us is only darkness, humidity, and death."
Everyone looked over and saw a man in a black cloak. He lowered his head and spoke.
Everyone fell silent.
Because what the other person said is right.
The place they live in is dark and the worst basement. Even if they can rent some apartments, they are in the worst location.
The kind where you can't see the sun every day.
There isn't much sun in this city to begin with.
The only people who can see the sun are the nobles living in country villas.
As for them, why don't they live in the countryside? Because all the land in the countryside has been occupied.
This is factory cannibalism.
In order to let them enter the factory, the king also introduced a law to punish vagrants. Once there is no fixed place, they will be driven away by the patrol police and sent to the factory to work first. Those who escape will be sent directly to prison.
You also have to work in prison.
The only difference from the British Empire in history is that because of the existence of the God of Light and the rigid need to worship and obtain energy, women and children are well protected and have been taken into the backyards of benevolent nobles and bosses.
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In contrast, the intensity of oppression of men is twice as high as that of the British Empire.
Of course, old women over forty will be thrown out and treated the same as men.
In fact, most men cannot get married at all, and they are basically the descendants of maids.
Only a few smart and beautiful children who can please the master can stay in the master's house and achieve a class jump.
Most men have lived in darkness since birth.
"Yes, the God of Darkness is our God!" Someone shouted angrily.
They also want sunshine, they want to stand in broad daylight, and they want to marry a wife and have children in an upright manner.
However, fate has long eliminated this possibility.
They prayed to the God of Light every day, but never received a response. On the contrary, the power generated went to the church and the king.
And all they could get was dry, poor bread, full of sawdust and pebbles.
If you dare to bite it, three teeth will be broken.
If you want to eat this thing, you have to soak it slowly in cold water and then eat it carefully.
